Part 3
Justice Ernst looked at Zhou Xie in confusion. “You didn’t tell him?”
“We aren’t on good terms. Before the official notice comes out, I have no obligation to tell him grapevine news.”
Justice Ernst smiled. Whether intentionally or not, he said, “Next time I’ll let Leon tell him.” Zhou Xie’s face instantly turned livid, and a chill inexplicably rose up Wen Rong’s back.
Later, when they finally entered the conference room, Zhou Xie said to Wen Rong coldly, “Now you know.”
Wen Rong gave a messy “Mn.”
He actually didn’t need to feel guilty, but he felt sorry about speaking out in front of the helicopter last time, so his confidence was a bit lacking.
After the meeting, Justice Ernst found Wen Rong again, hoping he wouldn’t become the Student Council President but would instead take the bar exam and enter the courts in the future.
Wen Rong didn’t agree immediately. On the way back, he couldn’t help but ask, “Why did Justice Ernst tell me not to be the Student Council President?”
Zhou Xie paused, his expression extremely ugly.
Wen Rong really wanted to know the answer. He looked at him quietly and asked again, “Do you know the reason?”
“Check the information yourself. I have no obligation to teach you these things.”
“…” Wen Rong froze for a moment, then nodded. “Okay.”
Zhou Xie clenched his fist. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook one out, and held it in his mouth. uncontrollably, he took out a lighter and lit it. White smoke drifted across half his face.
The sequence of actions was too smooth. It was only when the nicotine invaded his body that he remembered Wen Rong didn’t like second-hand smoke.
Zhou Xie’s hand trembled slightly, and he took the cigarette out of his mouth. “The government and the courts are different systems. Once the President and Vice President of the Student Council take office, they are entered into the government establishment (civil service) and cannot enter the judicial system again.”
“Entered into the establishment?! Will there be a salary? Social security and housing benefits? Will housing be allocated?”
Because the above was too tempting, Wen Rong completely failed to notice the second-hand smoke.
Or rather, he didn’t care what Zhou Xie had done at all.
Zhou Xie was silent for a moment. “Yes, housing allocation.”
“Wow.”
“Years in school also count towards seniority.”
“Wow.”
Wen Rong’s eyes widened even further.
The scab from the wound sustained in the Outer District had fallen off, leaving a red mark right between his eyebrows. It was very obvious against his fair skin.
Zhou Xie inexplicably felt that this red mark had a strange magic, giving Wen Rong’s face an indescribable divinity.
How could he not be a god? He had even avenged Zhou Xie’s father for him.
Thinking of this, the ember on the cigarette suddenly brightened, fully illuminating the obscure, hidden thoughts in the darkness.
Recently, he felt Wen Rong had changed. Maybe because the matter was over, he wasn’t needed anymore, so Wen Rong wasn’t polite at all. Maybe surviving adversity with Shi Ye and Leon had made him an outsider. Now he realized it was his own desire surging; he wanted more from Wen Rong.
“When can I get the allocated house?”
“How many years do I have to work?”
Wen Rong kept asking. Because he was too excited, his chattering lips moved rapidly, revealing a row of white teeth—the ones that had once bitten his lip until it bled.
Zhou Xie walked quickly ahead, leaving Wen Rong completely behind.
The lesson of the forced kiss remained; he couldn’t make the same mistake twice.
As summer approached, Zhou Xie received good news: Shi Ye was about to drop out of Floriman Academy and transfer to the Federal Military Academy.
When he told Wen Rong the news, Wen Rong wasn’t too surprised. Zhou Xie suddenly realized that Shi Ye must have told Wen Rong immediately. Perhaps a day or two ago, Shi Ye had intimately shared this secret with Wen Rong.
He was like a clown, telling Wen Rong something Wen Rong already knew.
In Wen Rong’s calm gaze, Zhou Xie felt an unreasonable anger born of humiliation. “Do you think my eagerness to tell you Shi Ye is leaving is despicable?”
“What?” Wen Rong was stunned.
“Making it seem like I can’t wait for Shi Ye to leave.”
“No…”
“Then what was that look?”
“I—”
Zhou Xie didn’t wait for him to finish and turned to leave. He thought he needed to calm down. He knew he was losing composure, losing his temper without reason, because he was jealous.
“Zhou Xie.”
Unexpectedly, Wen Rong grabbed him. “I didn’t think that. Did something happen to you? Are you in a bad mood?”
Zhou Xie was speechless.
The person asking was the culprit himself, yet he innocently asked if something had happened?
But Wen Rong said he didn’t think that. It was the first time Wen Rong had actively cared about his emotions.
Zhou Xie was coaxed back by this tiny bit of grace.
Later, thinking that Leon would graduate at the end of this semester, he counted the days. Because he was too happy, he gave Wen Rong a big gift—impeaching the Principal.
Although the Principal appeared on Wang Sichen’s transaction list, no money had exchanged hands, leaving a lot of room for maneuvering.
After careful consideration, Zhou Xie decided Wen Rong couldn’t handle the Principal, so he voluntarily submitted evidence of the Principal violating regulations to admit connected students into Floriman Academy over the years.
Actually, these things had always been an open secret. Many students’ admission applications showed no signs of forgery, but that didn’t mean they were genuine material.
For example, using connections in high school to get a spot in a famous mentor’s research team and tagging their name on a published paper.
For example, asking a known master to paint for them and winning an award with that painting.
Zhou Xie didn’t care if the students entering the school were unworthy, nor did the directors, but this was a very good excuse.
When the Board of Directors decided to appoint Teacher Xu Qiu as the new Principal, Zhou Xie quietly submitted an application to delay his graduation.
Leon found out from somewhere and embellished the story when telling Shi Ye. Shi Ye was so angry he dragged Leon to the tennis court and practiced all night.
Zhou Xie was physically tired, but his mood was excellent.
Leon and Shi Ye feeling a sense of crisis just meant that he had a chance.
During the delayed graduation period, he spent most of his time with Wen Rong. Although they were just handling Student Council work, without the disturbance of Leon and Shi Ye, every morning was worth looking forward to.
For the first time, Zhou Xie experienced the feeling of abandoning interest and reason for someone.
It wasn’t bad.
Wen Rong was a flower that surprised the gardener. His growth was obvious. Immediately after becoming Student Council President, he submitted the “Special Recruit Expansion” plan.
Zhou Xie asked him why. Wen Rong said, “Many students in Floriman Academy are hopeless. I want to replace them, break the class barriers, and increase my power.”
This was a very reasonable and easily successful method because the current Principal was Teacher Xu Qiu, who was friendly toward special recruits. As the Student Council President and a special recruit himself, Wen Rong was enough to be a shelter for this group. More importantly, the plan proposed that special recruits be evaluated by the Student Council. This meant that once the plan passed, Wen Rong would hold the quotas for entering Floriman Academy in his hands.
“Have you considered that one day in the future, when you are no longer the Student Council President, the drawbacks of this plan will emerge?”
Zhou Xie absolutely believed Wen Rong could evaluate special recruits fairly, and the plan passed because everyone believed in Wen Rong. But the system would exist forever; besides giving Wen Rong power, it would also give it to others.
Wen Rong said, “Before I graduate, I will refine this system based on the actual situation.”
After the “Special Recruit Expansion” plan passed, to celebrate, the five of them watched a movie together at the “Secret Base.”
The next morning on the way back, Zhou Xie finally found a chance to talk to Wen Rong.
Asking how the movie was felt boring. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the scar between Wen Rong’s eyebrows hadn’t faded. Because the wound was too deep, a thin proliferation of tissue remained after healing.
Zhou Xie: “Do you want surgery to remove the scar on your forehead?”
Wen Rong occasionally appeared in the public eye, and netizens expressed regret over the scar on his forehead.
After all, a beautiful face should be flawless.
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